The evil witch BOSS just wants to develop in a low profile

Chapter 11: Fel Energy - Sacrifice!

“咚咚咚……”

Soon, the thumping sound of old butler Gronk climbing the stairs could be heard.

When he pushed open young master Zorn's door and saw the two 'corpses' on the floor, Gronk's heart clenched.

Fortunately, these were unfamiliar corpses.

Young master Zorn was unharmed, and rat catcher Bevis was also here.

Hmm… Vanessa was also lying on the young master's bed.

The chaotic scene made it difficult for Gronk to understand the situation for a moment.

Fortunately, Zorn's voice helped him sort out his thoughts.

“Gronk, Uncle, please see Mr. Bevis out, and remember to use the back door.”

“The patrol officers on Golo Street are quite numerous. The gunshot earlier will likely bring the night patrol officers over to inquire.”

“Just say a strange bird was calling outside my window, and I scared it away.”

“Also, give them some silver dragons so the officers can buy some late-night snacks.”

Soon, old butler Gronk left with Bevis.

Zorn then began to clean up the battlefield.

He patted under the bed, and the white fluff monster treasure chest he brought from the Rat King's nest quickly crawled out, then spat out two body bags.

During this time, Zorn also inquired about a lot of information about monster treasure chests.

Although there were some “treasure chest hunters” in O'Glan City, no one was engaged in treasure chest farming.

Clearly, the “monster treasure chest” market was still a blue ocean.

He placed the two people, who were not completely dead but definitely not alive, into the body bags, and Zorn dragged them to the basement—his blood sacrifice ritual chamber.

The Steam Whale merchant ship's stock would make Zorn a fortune.

But correspondingly, he also needed to pay a sufficient price.

The price was that he could be kidnapped by these two level-two transcendents.

Then the coerced old butler would have no choice but to take out all his savings to redeem Zorn.

It was even possible that he couldn't be redeemed, leading to ruin and a miserable end.

Many [Players] plotting the Steam Whale's wealth would fall into the hands of these two level-two outlaws.

If it were just Zorn alone, he would probably have to pay some price.

But with the help of Bevis, who had already advanced to level two.

Then the ones who needed to pay the price were the [Thief] and the [Soul Feeder].

While Zorn was looking for Bevis, he also had him go to “Granny Spirit Witch.”

You should know that “Granny Spirit Witch” is a neutral, lawful, mid-level witch.

Her identity is extraordinary, and she has many good things in her hands.

The “awakening potion” that suppresses “Bewitching Incense” is not expensive.

Bevis bought it, with Zorn's money.

Two bottles cost less than five gold pounds.

Plus the 20 gold pounds to hire Bevis for the fight.

The total cost did not exceed 25 gold pounds.

And Zorn's harvest was much richer than he imagined.

…………

“Squeak… ya…”

As Zorn pushed open the door to the secret room.

A large number of towering white candles emitted a cold, ghostly light.

The air was filled with an eerie, dangerous aura.

In the center of the many white candles.

A small altar based on red sandalwood was continuously operating.

On the altar, from left to right, were placed.

A golden dagger, a fragment of an ancient wizard's withered wooden staff, and moonflame hay stained with Zorn's blood.

In the pattern of the hexagram, there were thick white candles at the corresponding nodes.

And at the very top of the rising and winding smoke of the candles, near the roof of the secret room.

A strange black mist, gloomy and persistent, with a face shrouded in a mask, wriggling and twisting.

From time to time, there would be low and strange heavy roars.

Standing in this small basement, one had the feeling of being in a dark purgatory.

The terrifying and eerie grotesque power, in these few days.

With the arrangement of the altar, had already quietly unfolded.

Zorn, who always liked to be prepared.

Was waiting for that first ray of blood radiance at the moment of the blood moon's descent.

For others, it was a dangerous, deadly, and terrifying power.

But for the son of destiny, the trendsetter of the times, the favored one of fate, the perfect vessel for the evil god.

That power was eagerly longing for a perfect fusion with Zorn Corrick.

So much so that, as soon as Zorn came in.

That sequence of power twisted and struggled, approaching Zorn.

The sequence and inheritance from the evil spirit wizard was eager to reach the correct position.

“Oh! Cute little thing, don't worry yet…”

Zorn outlined a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his palm, gently stroking in front of him, while whispering to himself.

“Look, what have I brought you? Fresh and nutritious delicious food.”

At this time, in the corner of this hut, there were twenty or thirty shriveled gray rat corpses that had been drained of life and blood.

Of course, there were also some gray rats stored in iron cages for later use.

But eating only these things was far from enough.

Sacrifices!

Zorn needed enough sacrifices.

Only in this way could his spirituality be more full when inheriting the [Evil Spirit Wizard].

His fel energy would be more abundant.

His body would be more bizarre.

And today, these two level-two transcendents were the perfect sacrifices.

As Zorn chanted the sacrificial incantation.

The [Thief], who was on the verge of death, was quickly being drained of his life, blood, soul, and the “spirituality” that served as his transcendent core.

These transcendent spiritualities could be said to be the most core things of a transcendent, and also the most important part.

A perfect “spirituality crystal core,” if handled properly, would give birth to a new transcendent.

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But at this time, these two potential and valuable “spirituality crystal cores” were sacrificed by Zorn.

After the evil spirit ritual devoured the [Thief], it was the [Soul Feeder]'s turn.

When Zorn opened the [Soul Feeder]'s body bag.

The originally burly guy was now pale, trembling violently, his eyes tightly closed, but blood was gurgling out uncontrollably, like two streams of wriggling blood springs.

He was accompanied by evil spirits, robbing houses, kidnapping and extorting, and was inherently vicious.

From the moment he entered this seemingly ordinary hut.

He only glanced at the thing deep in the altar, he swore, he only glanced at it.

In that instant, endless fear and darkness had devoured him.

A terrifying hand was inserted deep into his soul and heart, slowly and methodically drawing out strands of memory, emotion, and humanity.

Everything about him was easily opened, discerned, and analyzed in the face of that terrifying power!

Eerie spiritual energy poured into it, as if a hunter was injecting digestive juices, corroding and dissolving it, and then enjoying the delicious food.

Looking at the [Soul Feeder] who was plunged into fear and despair.

Zorn's smile was calm and strange.

He would not provoke those he should not provoke.

But, he would not let go of any soul that needed to be redeemed and purified.

For these damned criminals, it would be his best destination.

At first, the [Soul Feeder] resisted a little.

When the eerie spiritual energy was injected and penetrated deep into his sequence spirituality.

Soon, he began to become devout and fanatical.

He crawled out of the sleeping bag, and then knelt in front of the altar like a loyal believer.

He murmured and shouted in a low voice.

“Great evil spirit master, you are everything to me.”

“I am willing to offer myself, only hoping that you enjoy a moment of joy.”

“I hope my bones can become an insignificant stepping stone under your throne.”

In the midst of tranquility and eerie elaboration.

His flesh, bones, soul, [Soul Feeder] spirituality, and the imprisoned fierce spirits.

Everything disintegrated, and then turned into a feast of blood and soul sacrifice.

Devoured by that eerie sequence [Evil Spirit Wizard].

And Zorn, from beginning to end, had been indifferently observing this scene.

At the same time, he also inquired about some information about this [Soul Feeder], such as where he currently lived, and the wealth and funds they currently had in their hands, etc.

As transcendents who robbed houses, they still had a sum of wealth in their hands.

Using the means of the [Evil Spirit Wizard].

The value of these criminals could be squeezed dry.

Under normal circumstances.

Once a transcendent's “sequence spirituality” is contaminated.

Then it will become strange and abnormal.

As time goes by, it will gradually lose control, become distorted, and then cause harm and lead to disaster.

[Disorder]

This is almost the commonality of all pollution, distortion, and loss of control.

But the [Evil Spirit Wizard], as the first world-class BOSS.

The [Fel Energy] it controls shows considerable [Order].

So much so that the transcendents who are contaminated, enslaved, and controlled by it are almost impossible to detect for a long time.

[Fighter] sequence.

At most, they can only clench their fists and smash the enemy's head.

And the [Evil Spirit Wizard] can complete enslavement and pierce the enemy's heart silently by influencing them.

You don't know when your colleague has become a lackey of the evil god.

You don't even know that a certain noble has been quietly imprisoned by an evil spirit.

You don't even know that the key figure who originally provided you with information has set a death trap for you.

Holy Radiant Sun Church.

O'Glan City Hall.

Ostanton's Congress.

They will allow a hundred, a thousand existences similar to the Fighter sequence.

But!

They will never allow the existence of an [Evil Spirit Wizard] who can bewitch people's hearts, has amazing penetration, can create believers, and has the characteristics of an evil god.

But the most important part of that unspeakable evil god, the [Evil Spirit Wizard], is about to be born.

And his birth will not be changed by any will.

This is the tide of the times, and even more so the trajectory of fate!